Paul Wall They Don't Know Lyrics:
[Chorus: various samples]
"They don't know what that scar
about, they don't know what that war
about"
"They don't know what that
candy car about or smokin that 'dro
about"
"Texas is the home of the players and pimps"
"Showin naked ass in the
great state of Texas"
"Third coast born, that mean
we're Texas raised"
"Texas motherfucker that's
where I stay" (already)
[Paul Wall]
What you know about swangers and vogues (what)
What you know about purple drank (what)
What you know about poppin trunk (what)
With neon lights and candy paint
What you know about white shirts (you don't know)
Starched down jeans with a razor crease
Platinum and gold on top our teeth (what)
Big ol' chains with a iced out piece (bing!)
You don't know about Michael Watts (nuttin)
You don't know about DJ Screw (nuttin)
What you know about - MAN, hold up!
I done came down and what it do? (already)
You don't know about P.A.T. (uhh)
What you know about FREE PIMP C
What you know about the Swishahouse man (what)
What you know bout the S.U.C. (nuttin)
We keep it player, ain't no fake
We be holdin plex whenever haters hate (okay)
We listen to music Screwed and Chopped
Down here in this Lonestar state
Out of towner's be comin around
Runnin they mouth and talkin down
But you don't know nuttin 'bout my town
Either hold it down or move around
[Chorus]
[Mike Jones]
MIKE JONES!
Me and Paul we actin' a fool
When screens fall I'm packin' a tool
I'm Texas raised, Texas made
We grind daily no minimum wage
I represent the home of candy cars
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/DLv2 ]Screw music and purple bar
Trunk bangin', fifth hangin'
84's and gold swangin'
Belt-buckles we wear in Texas
Rag-tops lay down on Lexus
Diamonds shinin' from grillin' necklace
Haters hate cuz we well respected
Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the microphone
We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome
Grindin' n gettin our shine on
I said, Paul Wall and Mike Jones
Who one of the throwedest on the microphone
We sittin' high on 20 inch chrome
Grindin' n gettin our shine on
I crack a smile and show platinum mouth
Every time I rap I rep Swishahouse
I spit a verse and head straight to the vaults
5 G's for me to even open my mouth
[Chorus]
[Paul Wall]
Hold on, hold up a second cuz'
Boys comin down blue or red (mayne)
Down here pimpin ain't dead (ha)
Grindin daily to stack my bread
Im from the place where girls jump fly (what)
Nowadays the broads pimp broads (yup)
Cuz they got mo' game then most these guys
You'll get set up and then you'll get robbed (gone)
[Bun B]
Already!
They don't know what that cheese about
They don't know what 83's about
They don't know but that's how it be's about
or pour PT's up out
They don't know about sippin oil
they don't know about slabs that crawl
They don't know about gettin amped
off three Monsters wrapped in that foil
They don't about about RBJ's
They don't know about Gulfway Drive
They don't know about Louis Manor
or Carver Terrace, them boys go live
They don't know about bumper grill
They don't know about button it down
They don't know about H-Town
Takin over the rap game and shuttin it down
Bun B baby I rep the trill
All about makin a dollar bill
Grip the grain, drip the stain
Dancin Swisha let's throw some kill
I'ma keep it real mayne show my skill
Pop my trunk and show my fangs
Leave you numb like Novocaine
'Til they free Pimp C, you know it mayne
[Chorus]
[ad lib scratches to end]Lyrics: They Don't Know, Paul Wall [end]